"It's a bamboo forest, let's go."

There really wasn't any bamboo in Xu Lin's space, so she was pleasantly surprised to find it here.

The two got out of the car and walked over. Xu Lin took out a chainsaw from her spatial storage and gave it to Zhou Pin. She then took out a shovel to see if there were any bamboo shoots or small bamboo plants. She stored the cut bamboo in her spatial storage for later use, while planting the bamboo shoots and small bamboo plants in her spatial storage to achieve sustainable development.

With a chainsaw, the bamboo was cut very quickly, averaging one bamboo every three minutes. After an hour of cutting, Xu Lin gave Zhou Pin a shovel, and the two of them dug up the seedlings together.

The main task is to dig up seedlings. With seedlings, bamboo can grow freely.

The two men toiled for three hours, their faces to the earth and backs to the sky, sweating profusely. It was already 2 a.m., and they had to hurry back; they would be setting off again soon.

The two ate something quick and returned to the meeting point. Luckily, they were back early. When they greeted Zheng Ming and the others, they were told that they had to leave at 3 a.m., and since it was getting hotter during the day, they would probably have to travel at night from now on.

The two returned to the car, and soon after, a loudspeaker announced that they were about to depart.

This time, Zhou Pin drove, letting Xu Lin rest well and he would take over halfway. Xu Lin didn't argue with him, wanting to be well-rested so she could continue the journey.

“Hey, where did you go? Why did it take you so long?” Zheng Ming asked.

"I came across a bamboo grove and cut down a few bamboo poles," Xu Lin replied.

"What's the point of cutting bamboo poles? They can't be eaten or used."

"In case of a tsunami or being stranded on a desert island, we can build a bamboo raft."

"You have quite the imagination, being stranded on a desert island? Have you been reading too many brainless novels?!"

"I only became like this after I met you. I'm going to sleep now." After saying that, Xu Lin turned off the walkie-talkie and lay down in the back seat to sleep.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the convoy slowly came to a stop. Xu Lin and her group, who had been at the back and had taken in many survivors along the way, were now in the middle to rear of the convoy.

"When we set off tonight, just walk slowly and stay at the back of the group," Zhou Pin said to Xu Lin while eating.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." The two smiled at each other and continued eating.

"Xu Lin, Dr. Dai, would you like to take a walk around the area later?" Wang Jing's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"I don't know what's nearby?" Dr. Dai asked.

“I know, I know, I’ve been researching this for ages. There’s an agricultural and sideline product processing plant nearby.”

“We’re not going. This area is densely populated, and the processing plants must have been looted long ago. It’s so hot, and we don’t want to move,” Xu Lin said.

It was already 50°C outside, and the temperature got higher and higher as you went inland. Xu Lin was still unbearably hot even wearing a thermal suit; if she didn't wear it, she would probably turn into a dried-up corpse.

“I think I won’t go either. Xu Lin makes a good point. Jing, maybe you guys shouldn’t go either!” said Dr. Dai.

"Let's go for a walk! We're just killing time anyway, and with the temperature-controlled clothes, we won't get too hot." Wang Jing still wanted to go out.

"You two be careful, there are a lot of people around here," Xu Lin instructed.

"Okay, let's go."

Xu Lin knew immediately that Wang Jing didn't take it to heart. Since the apocalypse, they had been living a smooth life, and their neighbors in the same building were all kind. They hadn't yet witnessed the wickedness of human nature.

"Let them be. They'll learn from their mistakes. It's no use just telling them what to do," Xu Lin thought to herself.

After dinner, Xu Lin arranged for Zhou Pin to take a nap while she stayed by his side, and also put the salted fish from the car roof into her spatial storage.

That's right. They had been drying the seafood they collected on the roof of their car. They would turn it over every time they stopped to rest. Their car had hundreds of pounds of salted fish on the roof, and they had been subjected to countless glares along the way.